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anonymouspuzzler · 11 months

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catching feelings

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A six-page, black-and-white digital comic based on Puzz's "Cally o'Pia" Psychonauts AU. Page-by-page descriptions and text transcripts are below.

PAGE 1: An inset panel shows a detail shot of several cans and bottles of beer, then a full-page spread shows Oleander (looking normal but sans facial scar, wearing boots, simple pants and a t-shirt with rolled-up sleeves) and Cal (who has both arms, shoulder-length hair, and glasses like his childhood self; he is wearing a sleeveless sweater, a wrap skirt with several patches, two fanny packs, several necklaces and bracelets similar to Cassie's, ribbed socks and sandals) drinking together. Oleander is sitting on a couch, chugging a bottle, while Cal sits on the floor leaning back against the couch, holding a bottle in one hand and grinning. There are various bottles and cans scattered around the floor. There are several blank speech bubbles around them, implying they are having an animated but unheard conversation.

PAGE 2: There are three panels arranged in a straight horizontal row. The first shows Cal grinning and leaning over to elbow Oleander, who is sitting on the couch behind him, grinning back. The second cuts in closer as Oleander suddenly puts an arm around Cal and kisses him on the mouth; Cal reacts with visible surprise. The final panel cuts in even closer as Cal leans into the kiss, working an arm around Oleander's back, while Oleander holds him tighter with one arm around his shoulders and the other coming to rest on his arm.

PAGE 3: The first panel is a large detail shot close on Oleander and Cal, with a sparkly background behind them. They have broken the kiss but still have their arms around each other, both blushing and grinning. Oleander, with hearts in his speech bubbles, says "Heh. Gimme a sec. I'll be back~". The second and third panels are arranged next to each other. The second panel shows an over-the-shoulder shot of Cal sitting in front of the couch, watching Oleander stagger over to an open doorway to the outside, which has drapery and beads hanging from the archway. The third panel shows the same shot, but Oleander is now outside, doubled over and retching. The fourth and final panel is underneath these two, showing Oleander - grinning but looking slightly haggard - walking back in with a thumbs-up and saying "OK I'm back in it". Cal, with a forced, tense grin, responds, "I'm gonna go find you some mouthwash."

PAGE 4: The first panel shows Cal with a look of concentration and one hand raised near his temple, using his psychic powers to hover around various toiletries. He says to himself, "Ughhh c'mon. I know I have some around here somewhere". The next, smaller panel to the right shows him holding up a bottle of mouthwash with a triumphant grin, saying, "A-HA!! Awright, here we--" He interrupts himself as the third panel - a larger full-page spread - reveals him staring at Oleander, who has passed out face-down on the couch, visibly snoring. A final, small inset panel shows him sighing and grinning, apparently fondly.

PAGE 5: The first panel, a full-page spread, shows Cal grinning and raising a hand to his temple as he psychically carries a sleeping Oleander, who has one arm folded on his chest and the other dangling limply to his side. Cal has removed his wrap skirt and has it hanging from one arm like a blanket, revealing the flower-pattern capri pants he's wearing; his two fanny packs are also dangling from his other arm. The second panel shows Cal having placed the sleeping Oleander on a mattress, tucking him in with the wrap-skirt blanket. Oleander lies with one arm above him on the mattress and the other over his stomach. Wall drapery hangs behind the mattress. A few of Cal's necklaces and bracelets are on the floor next to the mattress, implying he's in the middle of removing them. The third and fourth panels are underneath; in the third, Cal, having removed his jewelry, lies down next to Oleander with his arms crossed and a nervous expression. In the fourth, Oleander rolls over, putting an arm around Cal, visibly surprising him.

PAGE 6: There is a single, small, borderless panel in the center of the page, showing Cal and Oleander lying together on the mattress, with Cal lying on top of the blanket. Oleander is turned with his face nestled into Cal's shoulder and his arm around him, sound asleep and snoring. Cal carefully places his arms around Oleander while staring straight ahead, visibly blushing and flustered. A thought bubble above his head, with hearts floating all around it, reads simply "Oh no."

#anonymous puzzler art #long post /#tw alcohol #tw vomit #apologies if you simply Do Not Care about cally o'pia AU we are gonna ride this hyperfocus train out together okay? okay.#for those of you who ARE enjoying cally o'pia AU: come get y'all food #psychonauts #caligosto loboto #morceau oleander #these men are doing So normal they would sooner die than admit how bad they have it.

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majimasleftasscheek · 1 year

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Hi, im very sorry if this has already been answered or established somewhere else but im curious, with your Kazumaji stuff, around what time did they start dating (i.e. after the events of Yakuza 0 and all that) and how?

tbh, I dunno!

I don't really have an established date for that cuz sometimes I'm like man they'd be really cute during y0 and then other times I set it between post y0 and the beginning of y1. The latest they would start me thinks is some months after the events of y1 but in general it sorta depends on how I'm feeling and what silly scenarios play in my head

ideas under the cut tho 👀

if we're talking y0: I like to think Kiryu has to go to Sotenbori for some reason, be it business or he's there with Nishiki for some partying. he sees Majima at the Grand being depressed and is like "damn girl those bags under your eyes makes my dick go *boing sound effect*" and asks him out 🥺 Kiryu gets rejected immediately cuz Majima's in this cycle of 'I deserve nothing but pain and suffering' but Kiryu can't read the room so he is persistently showing up at the Grand despite Majima very obviously wanting to kick his ass. eventually he relents and goes on cute™ dates with Kiryu and realizes oof maybe human intimacy be kinda gucci

if between y0 and y1: Majima's fresh in his mad dog era starting shit with people just to be annoying and Kiryu's one of his targets mainly due to the events of y0. he's kinda like "lol this goober really did some important plot stuff, huh?" and his curiosity gets the better of him because Kiryu is an enigma who eats bugs and Majima cannot suppress his need to get some sense of understanding on this weirdo. in this timeline, it's more one-sided affection from Majima that comes in the form of stabbing while Kiryu is desperately trying to fight the gay allegations and failing. eventually he caves but it's a sorta unofficial, on and off thing that Kiryu doesn't really know how to evaluate for himself. Majima doesn't really care what they are since he's high on life atm and has a cute dude with big boobs on his arm

if during y1: literally just everything Majima Everywhere. Goromi. GOROMI 😩💦 Kiryu is all: I LIKE PUSSY but everyone's like okay big man then why's Majima pole dancing for you huh. the two braincells he has start to click and he realizes maybe Majima wants to hold hands or something unthinkable like that. ngl I like to think Kiryu's thing for Yumi is like a demisexual bi thing where he's like, I do love her but she don't zap my brain quite like the bowlcut freak who knows how to punch me real good and it becomes sorta his personal introspective journey during this time. Majima is also floating in the space of am I doing this for his benefit cuz "training" or am I falling for this dork. he's pretty sad about it cuz of the Saejima reminder vibes but eventually Kiryu falls into his own person that Majima really meshes with and the two of them struggle to actually voice how they feel all the while their pants are down in some dirty alley

if after y1: (going to insert shit from a fic I'm working on) Kiryu's absolutely devastated with what happened in the Millennium Tower + now having to take care of Haruka that he's shut himself off from everyone and everything other than doing the bare minimum to live. in comes Majima being a menace like yo you can't like, let a child parent herself you gotta get outta this slump and Kiryu's all fuck you stop breaking into my house. so it's a long pain in the ass process to help Kiryu deal with his grief while Majima keeps unintentionally making googoo eyes at him and both of them are like boy I sure hope this doesn't awaken anything within me. there's also a lotta dadjima stuff going on and Kiryu's like wowie zowie so you do have a heart and Majima's like no way loser while being just 😳👉👈

#apologies for the way I write sometimes I like to put out total garble because it makes my heart go thumpa thump #god I love them I LOVE THEM #THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER ON A LEVEL BEYOND THAT OF FLESH AND BLOOD AND IT HURTS KNOWING THEY DO #THAT THEY BOTH SUFFER AND THEY FEEL THAT IT'S BEST TO BE ALONE RATHER THAN BRING SOMEONE ELSE ON THE RIDE #BUT THAT RIDE BRINGS THEM BOTH TO THE SAME DESTINATION THAT THEY ARE BOTH BROKEN MEN HAUNTED BY THINGS THEY DID—THINGS THEY COULD HAVE DONE #BUT MAYBE THERE'S HOPE IN HAVING SOMEONE TO LIVE FOR—SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS THE STRUGGLE OF REDEMPTION DESPITE ONE'S NATURE #TO LIFT EACH OTHER FROM THE DEPTHS OF SELF LOATHING BECAUSE THEY CAN DO BETTER #then I'm tranquilized and shoved back into my cage for relocation #kazumaji #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #my hcs

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spicyicymeloncat · 1 year

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Idk if this is a hot take but why is it always “Kai slaved away and worked his ass off to raise his sister” and never the other way round or them working hard together?

Like, I know he’s older but in the show, does he really… act older? Like if you think about Kai and Nya’s dynamic yknow? Because from my understanding:

When Kai and Nya are introduced we see Kai fail at making a sword and Nya being the one to chide him for it. Kai makes an overconfident statement about wanting to be a better blacksmith than his father. This suggests that one, Kai is rather rash as well as inexperienced (something that lines up with the rest of his character arc in the pots and also generally), with Nya being the more mature figure in contrast

Also just a note but in the shorts: “I can handle it!” “No you can’t, stupid”

Kai frequently being very good at neglecting people or things: leaving Lloyd at an arcade whilst being focused on finding samurai x, not even knowing samurai x was Nya or that she only did it because she felt left out by him, completely abandoning both Nya and Lloyd in s3 (and Ik he was going through it at the time, but in line with the fandom’s characterisation of him)

Kai in season 5: “After I lost my dad, I lost my way. But I was lucky to have my sister watch over me”

Generally, their dynamic isn’t one where Kai really provides for Nya at all. In fact, judging by the fact that Nya can make entire mechs and Kai struggled to make a sword, Nya was probably busting her ass to provide for Kai. And judging by the s5 quote, that’s probably true. I’m not saying Nya raised Kai, it just rubs me the wrong way when she’s treated like a decorative flourish to a narrative that paints Kai as a burnt out child who was forced to grow up too soon especially since that is such a mischaracterisation of him in the first place.

#all I’m saying is that it’s weird we undersell all of the sister’s capabilities just so we can present the brother as tormented and burdened #ignoring the fact that he spent all his days in the gap between the pilots and s1 playing video games #like I’m sorry kai is a pathetic baby girl in the show and I LOVE HIM THE WAY HE IS #okay yeah I snapped a little #I’m just tired of everyone mischaracterising him yknow #like I’m sorry bestie he’s not that capable he’s a loser man and I am ready to love loser men #i just think that it’s an incredibly stereotypical dynamic to have one male character who everyone completely #over exaggerates their struggles to the point of making it seem that everyone else in the story either doesn’t suffer or is an asshole for #not noticing the suffering of this one hot guy #this happens in many fandoms and I think this is what’s happening here #hhhhh #I’m sorry if Kai is ur favourite and this opinion upsets you I don’t mean to be bitch #I’m just really not into this interpretation of him #again this isn’t a dog at his character I just thing people don’t get him a lot of the time #and you know what Nya is also super undersold as a character #like where’s the fucking Nya Lloyd sibling content?#she mentored Lloyd too? she taught him how to ride dragons she stayed with him on the bounty she and Lloyd only had eachother in s9 #what about them??#Kai gets too woobified and Nya doesn’t get woobified enough that’s my opinion #alright I’m done sorry #Ninjago #rant #ig this is a #ninjago analysis #i won’t tag characters cuz I don’t want to make anyone upset #and again I’m sorry if I do

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savanaclawzz · 1 day

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I’m going fucking crazy and it’s all that stupid fucking cutie patooties fault

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst azul #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #i’m just a girl #who wants to marry an octopus and only ONE of those eels #jades just along for the ride because I won’t split up the trio #jade used to be my fav in octavinelle idk how this happened #is this why I haven’t had any man romantically attracted to me yet #well fuck all men anyway I got azul #Azul is my bitch and the only man I need in my life other than my cat #could this be classified as a Yandere thing to do?#oh nah

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jekyll-hatepage · 8 months

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"Lanyon and Jekyll were in love!" this and "Jekyll and Utterson had profoundly repressed feelings for each other!" that. Why can't they be a polycule. Why can't they love each other at once, but maintain their individual ship dynamics with each other.

#this is bidens america #but seriously what is preventing them from just being Gay Men Together #you have Jekyll and Lanyon who just get on each others nerves and are constantly competing against each other #the only thing they can agree on is to treat Utterson with the utmost respect #utterson is just there for the ride and loves them both equally in his own quiet way #dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde

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strrwbrrryjam · 3 months

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its kind of funny how straight people can see two characters of the same sex devote their lives to each other, have their thoughts be consumed with one another, need to be with one another for every waking moment, need to be touching each other etc but think we're crazy for shipping them and "why can't characters just be friends"

esp if they have/had a romantic partner of the opposite sex as if they conveniently forget bi/pan people exist

#bro im sorry that people are shipping the two old men who call themselves a couple with a kid who have spent so much of their life together #who spend so much time supporting one another and reminiscing about the past together bro im so sorry #bro man. im sorry people are shipping two characters who come alive with another who share their thoughts and their worries with one anothe #who literally says that they will always ride with one another who are one of the only hugs we get in the game #who are so comfortable with one another and compliment each other all the time and so easily too bro im so sorry #ughhhh #should i tag this as vandermatthews n charthur eh #i mean its about them but at the same time not? this happens with all the gay ships out there #eh whatever #vandermatthews #charthur #strawberry speaks

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elanormcinerney · 7 months

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Introduction by Emily Wilson | Homer | The Iliad

#all yr bodies alive and defunct #the worst party in the world #always touching moving dancing climbing or riding horses #feel my hand feel my you might as well say hand #it is the gelatin of your own eyeball #if someone calls you across a hundred ghostly bodies it is because you are ever detectable #the secrets of the heart are visible #ive got bloody hair so you can love me #bodies lie in the bright grass and some are murdered and some are picnicking #hippolytus bloodied the countryside #men who do not know how to throw their cloak over their shoulder nor how to put words together in proper harmony for praising gods #you're going to spend your life fighting your life #the mass carnage that finds its domestic epitome #human forms are puny #homer #emily wilson

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hasarjunadoneanythingwrong · 1 year

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It’s legitimately hilarious how much more romantic basically every male valentine is by virtue of it not being limited to having to be chocolate, combined with the fact that it wasn’t until the second year that the men got valentine scenes also means that they got the hang of acrually writing better scenes so you get things where darius and phantom get moments that are far more heartfelt and genuine than with someone like tamamo or ishtar.

#it’s so funny #‘yes the bronze and silver men WILL have touching and lovely gifts for you. here is boring chocolate number 30 from mata hari’#Lu bu gives you a wedding headdress #Darius gives you a ride on a elephant and walks you around with it #like even the berserkers who can’t speak go all the way #my post

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allthislatenighttalking · 4 months

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#lickitandsee #guysiwannafuck #lick them clean #daddy #hairy guys #hairy boys #hairy chest #hairy men make me weak #hairyscruffguys #armpit fur #guys who smoke #ride him #ride it #masculine beauty #masculine men

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finnpeach · 1 year

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Memory - Trigun Stampede

guess who's still going on about trigun stampede. anyway we aren't surprised, here's our favourite eulogist wolfwood with a cold and being a big grump to vash (with a touch of angst because if it's a finnpeach fic there will be angst). comments, tags, and feedback always loved and giggled over <3

once again set between episode 4 and 5, but slight spoilers if you haven't seen episode 6 :)

It takes two days for them to get closer to the next outpost after their second encounter with a worm. On the way, they ran into a couple of travelers that needed help, and Vash obviously insisted they stop and assist them. The next day when they set out again, the car broke down and Roberto and Vash had to spend the whole day trying to fix it until it ran again.

Wolfwood had started feeling a dull ache in his head and a soreness in his throat the night they escaped the first worm. He chalked it up to being dehydrated, but when he woke up the next morning with a throbbing pain in his sinuses and a cough in his chest, he knew he’d caught a cold.

He hasn’t been sick since his days at the orphanage. Frankly, he doesn’t even know how he got sick, but guesses he picked something up when they were inside the worm, or just simply from over exhausting himself the past few days. Either way, he feels like shit and is starting to lose his capacity for hiding it.

Vash, of course, is the first to notice. They’re sitting in the backseat of the vehicle, watching the next outpost grow closer when the first sneeze of many sneaks up on Wolfwood. He has barely enough time to rip the cigarette out of his mouth before—

“Huh’EGhZTSSHh!” He steeples his hands over his nose and mouth, cigarette pinched between his pointer and middle finger as he pitches forward in the seat. Ugh, that had hurt his throat. Wolfwood slumps back into the seat with a sniffle and rubs at his nose, beginning to feel miserable.

“Are you okay?” There comes that soft, sensitive voice, dripping with genuine concern. Wolfwood fights the urge to roll his eyes. Vash is looking at him with an inquisitive gaze, leaning forward slightly towards him as if to get a better look.

Wolfwood grits his teeth. “I’mb fide,” he mutters, hating that his voice is already thick with congestion. He places the cigarette against his lips and puffs out a cloud of smoke in an irritated huff. Meryl and Roberto are bickering away up front, oblivious to their conversation.

“You shouldn’t smoke if you have a cold.”

God, does he ever let up? “I told you I’mb fide, needle-noggid, let it go. It was just a sdneeze.”

He takes another long drag from his cigarette. Unfortunately, he does not prove his point. The smoke catches in his throat and sends him into a coughing fit.

Suddenly, there’s a hand against his back, patting him through the fit. It’s surprising enough to distract him from the tightness in his throat and make the coughs subside.

Vash is smiling at him, his hand extended across Wolfwood’s back. Wolfwood slaps at his wrist with a growl and turns back towards the window. He wishes Vash would just leave him alone.

Hurt, Vash whimpers a little and rubs his wrist. He aches to do something for him, but decides it’s best to leave Wolfwood be for a bit, lest he gets bitten.

They decide to make camp about a half a mile from the outpost. It’s getting late and they don’t want to sneak into the town when there’s likely to be police or headhunters crawling about at night. Meryl and Roberto busy themselves with the sleeping rolls and dinner while Vash and Wolfwood set up the fire.

The sneezing has only coupled in frequency since they’ve stopped to make camp. He’s had to forgo carrying around his cross just to make sure he doesn’t slip a disc every time a sneeze makes him pitch forward.

“Hh’EGHTSHHhh! Hh’EHGXSTh’huh!” Wolfwood nearly drops the firewood that time, stumbling forward in the sand. Vash is there in an instant and steadies him with a hand to his shoulder.

Wolfwood shakes his head and tosses the firewood down. “Thagks,” he mumbles, coughing offhandedly into his wrist. His sinuses feel heavy with snot and his throat is killing him. He wishes the sand would swallow him whole right now.

Vash passes him a water flask and Wolfwood hesitates a second as he unscrews the cap. He doesn’t want to get everyone else sick if they share the flask, so he decides to waterfall it instead.

“See? I knew it.” Vash says with an elated grin, noticing Wolfwood’s caution. He looks like a kid who just guessed a riddle correctly. “You are sick. You should—“

“You should mind your own business, blondie. Leave me alone.” Wolfwood thrusts the flask against Vash’s chest and crouches down to arrange the firewood. His head is pounding. He’d like nothing more than to get out of this sun and lay down in a nice bed, or take a bath, or anything rather than be out here in the sweltering desert with a cold that’s growing worse by the minute. He lights a piece of newspaper on fire and sets it amongst the wood, watching as the sparks float up into the sunset sky.

Vash, despite looking like a puppy that’s been kicked, leaves him alone and heads over to Meryl and Roberto. They exchange some words, and then Vash is gone.

Good riddance, Wolfwood thinks. Maybe now he can sneeze in peace without being fussed over. He lights another cigarette and sits down by the fire. The smoke tingles in his sinuses as he inhales and he ends up sneezing again.

“Huh’EHDSSHhT’chuh! Hih.. hih’EHDZSSH’YUE! Hhh.. he’eh…!” He catches the loud, grating sneezes into his hands, biting the cigarette between his teeth. The last one leaves him hanging, sitting there with his head tilted back, eyebrows twitching in sneezy irritation, the cigarette dangling on his bottom lip. When it still doesn’t come, he decides to try something that used to work when he was younger. He taps the side of his nose and the effect is immediate.

“H’EHTSssHhh’ue! Heh’EHDTZzSSH’huh!” He doesn’t have enough time to cover and the cigarette shoots out of his mouth with the final spraying sneeze, landing pathetically in the sand. His shades are askew on his nose, which has started to run profusely. To add insult to injury, his sneezes have gathered attention again.

“Jeez, Wolfwood, that sounds bad. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Meryl asks as she unrolls her bed roll a few feet away from the fire. Roberto does the same. He’s not looking at Wolfwood, but he’s clearly listening.

“Will you all just shut up? I’b fide. Drop it.” He pulls his cigarette pack out of his pocket and clicks his tongue against his teeth when he sees that there’s none left.

He turns to Roberto, who is currently taking a heavy drag off his own cigarette. “Hey, you got another cigarette I can borrow?”

“Sorry, kid, but Vash told me not to give you one till your cold gets better.” Roberto chuckles as Wolfwood's face twists in pure rage.

“Where is needle-noggid adyway?” Wolfwood sniffles back his congestion. He despises how hoarse his voice is starting to sound.

“He didn’t tell you? He went into town to get medicine. Should be back soon,” Meryl says as she passes around cans of stew. It’s their meagre dinner for the evening until they can resupply at the next town.

Wolfwood wants to rip his hair out. He can literally feel the irritation and anger bubbling in him like hot steam in a teapot. How many times does he have to tell him to fuck off? He doesn’t need medicine, and he doesn’t need anyone’s pity. He rejects the proffered can of stew and opts to lay down on his bedroll, wishing sleep would take him and get him away from these people that care too much.

After about an hour or so of laying there feeling sorry for himself, Vash reappears above him. The sun has nearly completely set, save for a few strokes of pink and red that paint the sky.

Vash looks down at him with a soft, gentle grin. Wolfwood wants to smack the smile off his face.

“Hey, Wolfwood, I got you some medicine from the town. You should take it so you don’t get worse.” Vash hands him a little packet of pills and the water flask again.

Wolfwood is beyond fighting at this point. His muscles ache with fatigue, and a sinus headache is starting to creep up on him. He takes two of the pills and downs them with the water before flopping back down on his bedroll again. It’s starting to get cold now that the sun is down, though it could be a fever settling in. Either way, he wraps his arms around himself and scoots closer to the fire as Vash and Meryl and Roberto start chatting. Above, the sky is bright with millions of twinkling stars, and the moon casts her soft luminescent gleams over them. His eyes grow heavy and his breathing starts to deepen. Wolfwood lets the sound of their conversation and the crackle of the fire lull him to sleep.

He dreams for the first time in a while. He’s a child again and is back at the orphanage. He’s alone, laying in the infirmary with only a thin blanket to stop the shivers that rack his entire body. It’s so cold.

This is a distant memory to him. Everything seems cloudy, grey, hazy. He can’t make sense of it. Had it happened this way? He’d had a high fever, and was quarantined away from the other children. Only one managed to sneak in to see him.

“Nico?” Comes a small, cautious voice. What was once a dim, grey memory now bursts alight with colour in his presence.

“L-Livio,” he says through chattering teeth. Livio is standing beside the bed, unsure. He’s never wandered somewhere unknown without Wolfwood. How did he get into the infirmary?

“G-Go away, you’ll get sick.” He coughs into his fist, twisting away from the other boy as much as possible.

Livio doesn’t answer, just stares at Wolfwood with his big owl eyes and looks him over. Silently, he climbs into bed under the blanket and curls against his friend’s side. His face nuzzles against Wolfwood’s neck as he wraps his smaller body around him.

Warmth spreads through his body as if he’s being caressed by the summer sun. The shivers slowly start to subside, no match against the warmth, as he relaxes against Livio.

Yes, this is exactly how it happened.

Except, his grey hair is starting to tickle his nose, and the sensation is so real that it wakes him up.

Wolfwood awakes with a start. “Livio?” Where is he?

He takes a moment to gather his bearings. He’s not at the orphanage, he’s camped out under the stars with two journalists and an outlaw. Right.

The burning itch in his nose is back. Something feathery and blonde is tickling his nostrils, and he looks down to see someone nestled against his shoulder, their body curled around his. Its owner is snoring softly beneath him.

Vash?!

“H’EGhNXT’shh!” Wolfwood sneezes as the tickle becomes too strong, twisting his head to the side so he doesn’t sneeze all over Vash. Anger sparks in his chest like a fuse.

Wolfwood shoves the sleeping Vash off of him and scrambles away. The cold is eager to reclaim him and seeps into his body in an instant.

“Vash! What the fuck?!” He hisses, like water pouring over coals.

Vash gives a little start and shakes his head. “Huh…?” He gazes up at Wolfwood with sleepy, confused eyes. He seems surprised to suddenly find himself laying on the ground.

“Why were you sleeping on me?!” There’s a heavy weight across his body. Wolfwood looks down to see Vash’s red coat lying across him, keeping out the cold desert air.

Vash yawns and rubs his eyes. “You were shivering, so I came over to keep you warm. And you were talking in your sleep for a while. Who’s Livio?”

Wolfwood feels panic rise within him at hearing someone speak Livio’s name. He grabs the red coat and tosses it at Vash’s face, who doesn’t catch it in time and ends up wrestling the coat off his head, falling onto his back.

“No one. Go back to sleep,” he growls, turning onto his side so his back is facing Vash. He wants to forget this ever happened. He wants to go back to that dream. And now that he’s awake, he’s rudely reminded of how sick he feels.

He shivers involuntarily when a sharp breeze howls against his back, the sensation chilling him to the bone. Wolfwood sniffles and tries to ignore the fact that he needs to sneeze again. He pinches his nose, rubs it angrily against his sleeve, but it’s no good.

“Hih’EDTZSSHhh’uh!” He tents his hands over his nose again to catch the wet sneeze. He sniffles thickly and coughs, his eyes brimming with irritated tears. Suddenly, there’s a heavy weight placed down gently across him. Wolfwood opens his eyes to see Vash tucking his red coat around the curve of his body.

“I told you I dod’t need—“

“Just sleep with it tonight, okay? You do need it.” His tone is firm, commanding. It’s so different from his typical soft, kind voice. It leaves no room for argument. Vash tucks in one final corner around his hips before laying back down again.

Wolfwood relents and decides that being warm under Vash’s coat beats shivering all night long. He tucks his chin under the coat and closes his tired eyes, feeling himself dragged into sleep like a helpless rowboat at sea. As his mind starts to teeter between reality and sleep, he lets his dreams wander back to Livio again, and returns to the peaceful embrace of memory.

#well well well #guess whose horn got the better of them #I promise im going to go back to patrochilles guys im just riding this trigun high #ik wolfwood is like a superbeast and probably can't get sick buuuuuut idc. canon is clearly in the wrong here not me #my writing #snzfic #sneeze kink #my favourite part was the dream obviously bc I love angst and making hot stoic men sad #and also my fav is just making vash be the sweetest boy who is constantly rejected bc wolfwood is a grumpy old man #PLEASE ENJOY <3

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